i have always been an easily contented soul. i thought my life was quite nice really. then one day i met him, and realized just how messed up my life really is. what did i do to deserve such karma as to have met the most wonderful, desirable, attractive person, only to not ever be able to share a life with him, but to be forced to settle on being just friends? every time we speak, i learn more about him that makes this dear soul even more attractive. this makes me happy, yet so very melancholy. i get a tidbit of time together, yet want more…….....and each time, there’s another something he’s revealed about himself that shows me what life i want, maybe even need, is not here with me.